Those Incredible Animals HTML version
It took a bit longer for my mental state to return to
normal, however, along the way back to normalcy I couldn’t help
but notice that there was something unusual about myself.
I felt different; my body and senses, even my cravings and
I stayed put until I was certain that I’d be able to stand
up without falling to the ground and was able to walk correctly.
Thirty minutes later I decided to stand up, scan the entire
area, and then begin to walk. Being an animal, I knew that
appearing weak or sickly was a recipe for disaster; being mugged
or robbed by another animal, attacked or eaten by a dangerous
predator, or worse yet; crossing the path of a deranged and
dangerous animal-hating human could result.
I scanned the entire area around me, taking keen notice of
what now became familiar surroundings. I knew very well that I’d
been in this particular place, a public park, before.
It was a very pleasant day, blue sky, no breeze, and was
Judging from the traffic on the nearest street and the
behaviour of the patrons in the park I deduced that it was a
Sunday; a beautiful and calm Sunday afternoon.
Eureka! I figured out exactly where I was; I was home in
Westmount Park. I considered the greater Metropolitan area the
nucleus of my home, especially the parks on the west and
northwest side of town.
I began to stroll through the park, noticing something odd
in the process. The human patrons were looking at me funny.
Humans, whether they are cat lovers or cat haters look at my
people in a certain way.
I shrugged it off as a residual effect of my convulsions
and seizures. ‘Be patient, it’ll go away’, I said to myself.
I strolled in and out of grassy areas, and onto the walk
paths. Soon, I’d criss-crossed the park a total of twenty times.
Up ahead, beside a beautiful tree was a drinking fountain.
I dashed to it, but quickly noticed that my body was bouncing
differently. Furthermore, my running style was off. I stopped,
glanced at a tree, and then scaled it with lightening speed.
By the time I reached the branch I became certain that
there was something quite unusual about my body.
“Hey Squirrel-Face, come over to my branch. Don’t you want
any company? My-oh-my did you scale our tree with lightening
fast speed. And your muscles are so streamlined.”
My gaze followed the sound. To my surprise, the speaker was
a squirrel. Although she was fairly attractive, I preferred my
own kind (a cat) to a squirrel.
“Miss, please don’t insult me by calling me ‘Squirrel
Face’. I’m not Squirrel Face! I’m a proud cat!”